12:00 AM. ON THE DOT.

There was a knock on the door.

Three.

The moment Angel stood in front of the door, he could feel it—

Electric.

Primal.

Hot.

Still, he opened it without a doubt.

And then, he was attacked.

Like a huge lion jumping on a puny rabbit.

Tony was the lion.

And Angel was the rabbit.

Lips.

Hands.

Heat.

Tony’s mouth crashed onto his in a kiss so bruising—so hurting.

That Angel wondered if it's naturally always like this to everyone else.

When you burned with so much desire for one another.

Like a starving lion that saw his first meal in weeks.

Or in their case, a whole month.

He could hear their teeth colliding—crunching.

That Angel felt like it shattered.

A minor worry.

And was quickly forgotten.

It only fueled the suspense he felt.

Like he was doing something bad—behind someone’s back.

And technically, he is.

It’s not only morally wrong.

Forbidden.

But he also already belongs to the Don.

He was a gift.

But every fiber of his being is rejecting that idea.

That reality.

And in the corner of his head, he was afraid of this outcome.

But it also excites him.

The door slammed shut behind them.

Hard.

Loud.

Then the sound of lock.

All the while never breaking the kiss.

Angel’s arms flew up.

Looping around Tony’s neck like instinct.

Without that anchor, Angel would’ve melted—right there—into the floor.

His heart was way past thundering now.

It felt like there was a strong nuclear force inside it.

Something atomic.

It quarks.

And its binding.

And heavy.

Impossible to stop.

Like a force of nature.

Tony’s hands were already on his own dress shirt.

Tugging at the buttons like they are a hindrance.

One popped off.

Two.

Tony didn't care.

Angel didn't either.

Tony slammed Angel’s back against the wall with his body.

Angel groaned through the kiss.

His arms on Tony’s neck tightened.

And he kissed him back.

With reckless abandon.

It made Tony growled like an animal.

Like he was satisfied.

The vibrations only intensified their kiss.

Mouth still tangled.

Breathe stolen.

Urgent.

Messy.

‘God, it was good.’ 

Angel can’t help but think between kisses.

‘So fucking good.’ 

Finally, Tony broke the kiss, dropping his dress shirt on the floor.

It landed softly.

He looked at the pretty stranger who’d haunted his thoughts for a whole month.

His name is Angel.

‘Angel.’

But why does he feel like he was the ‘devil’?

Sent to ruin him?

To tempt him?

Looking like this..

Angel’s soft lips were pink.

Wet.

Starting to get swollen.

And Angel’s eyes?

It was shiny.

Confused.

Wanting.

Tony smirked.

“Have I starved you for too long, babe?” 

It was cheeky and a bit breathy—but Tony’s eyes burned with something darker.

“Wha—”

Angel tries to answer but he gets devoured again.

The words got trapped in his throat.

Tony did not let him finish.

Then the kiss’ tempo changed.

Slower.

Savoring.

Worshipping.

Tony was treating him like a glass!

And Angel was melting.

‘No! I won't break! I'm not delicate! Give me more!’

Angel fought for control.

But Tony held Angel’s face.

As if reminding him who has the power.

The authority.

The one who was dominating.

Putting his head in place.

The kiss deepened.

Angel kissed him back without restraint.

Different tempo.

From adagio to moderato to presto.

Angel isn't just receiving, he is also giving back what he’s being given.

It made Tony groan.

Then Tony’s mouth drops to Angel’s neck—one of his hands went at the back of his head.

Supporting it.

Then Tony sucked.

Licked.

Kissed.

Bit.

Angel stopped breathing and gasped.

Knees nearly gave out.

Tony stilled.

Only for a moment.

Then he dragged back his lips on Angel’s arched neck.

And then—Tony lifted him.

He wrapped Angel’s legs around his waist—hands were firm on his round behind.

Angel’s back was still on the wall.

Then Tony started to grind.

Angel can't stop the moan that escaped his lips.

‘Delicious.’

Angel can feel Tony’s arousal with his.

Their mouths continued to assault each other.

Tongue was now used.

It entered Angel’s mouth.

And Tony..

Tony teased him with it.

Re-enacting a sexual act.

Tony shifted him off the wall.

Step by step.

Their lips were warring each other.

Angel can't form any coherent thoughts.

He barely noticed that they had moved until he felt the bed underneath him.

Tony staggered.

Still kissing.

Devouring.

Until he dropped Angel onto the bed with a breathless thud.

Angel looked up—eyes glassy, full of fire.

Tony chuckled.

Standing straight while looking down on Angel in the bed.

He runs through his hands to his hair.

Messing the already messy hair.

Then proceeded to wipe the saliva on his lips with his finger, then licking it.

Tasting.

His veins bulged, angry and alive..

‘God. He’s so impeccable. Perfect. Why does this man act like this to me..?’ Angel gulped.

Tony looked directly into Angel's eyes.

He started to unbelt himself.

Then slowly crawl towards Angel.

“I only have one condom babe.”

An obvious lie.

He doesn't have one.

But before Angel could register that—

Tony kissed him again.

More slower.

More deliberate.

If earlier it was an attack.

Then next was an urgency.

Now, it felt like Tony was slowly eating him.

His hands worked on Angel’s suit jacket.

One by one.

The buttons are being released, while he teased Angel’s mouth.

The next thing Angel knew, he was shivering.

From the AC or from the fire inside his body.

He didn't know.

Tony’s fast and stable fingers have already taken everything off from his upper body.

Then his lips went down Angel’s neck.

Lingered there for a moment.

Tracing down his nipples.

When his lips found a pink nipple, he sucked.

Angel arched.

Bit his lip.

Squirmed.

Whimpered.

It tingled.

He pulled Tony’s hair.

Then Tony bit.

“Ah!!” Angel can't help but make a sound.

Tony flicked the other nipple with his finger.

“Tony!”

Then Tony’s hands went down on Angel’s groin.

He cupped it.

It’s hard.

“Ahhh!”

Tony grinned dirtily and whispered in his ear.

“Want me to suck you down there, babe?”

Angel felt like he just came just by his dirty tone.

The heat was overwhelming.

Too fast.

Too much.

Angel’s heart raced past pleasure to sudden panic.

This isn't their first time together, there was that time—that one night stand—one month ago, but still..

Tony’s hands worked Angel’s belt open while his lips licked and sucked on his nipples.

Re-enacting another sexual act.

“W-wait! …. Wait!” Angel gasped.

Tony stops immediately.

Serious.

Breathing hard.

Tony leaned back.

Panting.

Eyes dark.

He takes in Angel’s fear and shame.

Silence pass them.

“Tell me, Angel. Do you want me?”

The quietness of the question suddenly feels heavy.

Pressing.

‘Do I want him?’ Angel asked himself.

And the answer came instantly.

‘Yes!’

He didn't know why he was suddenly getting cold feet.

Maybe it was the intensity?

Or maybe the uncertainty.

‘What would they be after this?’

Will he just be another knot on Tony’s bed?

He never pegged himself to be one who cares about labels.

Add the fact that Angel doesn't have any control with his life right now.

And that, he knew nothing about this man..

But…

He wants this man.

He wants everything that he can give and more.

And then—

“Yes..” Angel breathed. “I want you.”

Tony’s jaw flexed.

“This is the only time that you get to say no. So, tell me if you want this. If not, I’ll stop. I’ll leave. I’ll walk out that door.”

He leaned in closer.

“But if you say yes.. then, there’s no stopping me. Even if you change your mind later. You can beg. You can cry. You can fight and hurt me to your heart's content. But I won't stop.”

A beat.

“I won't be able to stop.”

His voice was a rough velvet.

“So..  what’s it gonna be, Angel?”

Something flickered on Tony’s eyes.

“Dont say yes unless you mean it..”

A rare moment of vulnerability.

“Cause, I don't think I would survive if this was just a game to you.”

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